she must get to sleep! in less than an hour bloody birds will peep chirping away with joy waiting for a new dawn but, for an insomniac their fervor makes her yawn sometimes make her go mad!
still she must sleep in four hours the alarm will buzz grating at her every pore beep beep beep beep beep annoying bleeping clock!
today she returns to work a five day break she took away from tears away from pain away from fears abusive grownups hurting them in vain controlling and narcissistic crushing their spirits killing all their hopes sometimes they want to die it seems their only way out of such misery...
they, I, together we choose another plan they’ll live on one condition those grownup bleepers will be reported
the cops will come and bring their troops youth workers and the like
more time will run its course over days and weeks and months until this youth is safe from physical, sexual and emotional wrath
but n’er from her bad dreams and not from all her wounds no, indeed that takes an entire lifetime she’ll start the healing process a little bit here and there a break for a while trying to ignore the pain reprieve from all those memories
and on and on it goes the victim pays a lifetime assailant n’er long enough
who said life’s even fair? the wounded try to mend their broken and bruised souls abusers lick their wounds playing victim of their sins who said life’s even fair?
...one last yawn, reciting her 3 Hail Mary's an Act of Contrition and prays for a better day. (c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06